The vampire, who had been silent for a long time, turned around and was shocked when he saw Roger, who couldn't help but swing his head: "Oh my God, Roger, are you still alive?"

“...... Are you just paying attention?Together, I was dead just now, or what?" After holding on for a long time, Roger simply put his head under the armpit. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Barnabas sneered: "I saw that she cut off your head, and I thought you would not survive......"

"If you lose your head, you have to die?" the boy poked at the vampire's cut by the wind blade, "You're about to be cut into a stick, why are you still alive!"

Barnabas coughed dryly: "Am I not a vampire......"

"Hey, everybody knows you can't die, save your strength and save me as a half-lifer......" Caroline's grumbling voice came from behind Roger's buttocks.

"Oops! forget our eldest lady!" Roger waved his right hand on his neck, he was trying to pat the door of his head.

"You wait, I'll drive you to Carrie for help......" The boy hurriedly kicked the body hanging from the door of a police car to the side, beckoning Uncle Barnabas to carry Caroline into the car.

However, Roger now has one less hand and has to hold his head, which seems a bit rude to knock on someone else's door, so while Alice is still awake, he beckons her to follow her into the car.

The vampire stayed here to take care of Aunt Elizabeth, who had fainted, and told him to get the treasure that had been moved out of the manor to the family car, and the wound would heal if he drank more blood anyway, and there were enough corpses on the ground for him.

Roger put his head on the dashboard in front of the steering wheel, and suddenly realized that it was convenient to not have to put something under his butt, but he couldn't see the inverted mirror......

The boy drove the car out, and had just gone out of the manor to get down the road when he saw a thin figure stumbling over by the side of the road.

"Carrie?" Roger poked his neck out and shouted, "Why did you get here?"

Finding that the sound didn't come out at all, he stopped the car and honked the horn a few times to attract the girl's attention.

"I came out in the middle of the night to exercise... Your mother didn't care about you?" Seeing Carrie looking over, Roger opened the car door and got out of the car with his head on his head: "But I was looking for you." ”

Carrie panted and ran to the boy, finally no longer blinded by the car's headlights, but frightened by his terrifying appearance and took two steps back.

"Hey, don't be afraid, I'm Roger, Roger Collins. The boy raised his head to the front of the headlights, and deliberately showed Carrie his "peerless" face.

The girl confirmed with trepidation, fortunately, more than a month of bloody training had made her much more bearable, otherwise she would have ended up with Aunt Elizabeth.

When the girl got used to her new look, Roger grabbed his head and opened the door of the back seat: "I'm not in a hurry, you can help take a look at this injured ......"

Caroline was still curled up on her stomach like a werewolf, and the blood from the wound on her back had stopped, and it was worthy of being a non-human This self-healing ability is much better than the effect of Roger's training for more than a month.

Carrie walked over and looked at it, then put her hands over the wound to help Caroline heal more quickly, and asked suspiciously, "Is there something wrong with your house?" Your canning factory exploded, and the manor was on fire, and the whole town could see your fire. ”

"So you saw the firelight sneaking out?" Although Roger said in a questioning sentence, he used an affirmative tone.

Carrie nodded: "Yes, I saw the fire on the hill of the manor, so I hurried over." ”

Looking at the girl's sweaty head and still panting unevenly, you know that her running is not literal.

Roger opened his mouth, and his usual flamboyant tongue finally turned into a sentence: "Thank you......"

"Aren't we good friends?" Carrie smiled, retracting the hand on Caroline's body, "It's healed, but why don't I remember you have a dog?"

When Roger heard this, the head in his hand almost fell off and was thrown on the ground, and Alice, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned around and interjected faintly: "She is Caroline, a werewolf, not a dog." ”

Caroline sat up without saying a word, silently undoing her transformation, and looked at Carrie with resentful eyes.

Carrie put her hands over her mouth.

When Caroline saw her like this, she comforted her: "It's okay, I haven't told anyone before... Don't blame you......"

"Oh my God, you're a werewolf!?" Well, the girl actually covered her mouth in surprise: "I thought it was just a story!

"Well, do you want to know the truth?" said Roger, handing his neck and head to the girl for help in picking them up.

"Uncle Barnabas is actually a vampire, I'm actually Frankenstein (Frankenstein)" and then the boy points to Alice, who is always in a daze, "She's a gargoyle, Aunt Elizabeth is an old witch, and Willy's real identity is the Clock Tower Monster (Quasimodo)...... Oh, and by the way, my perverted daddy, he's a Himalayan immigrant Bigfoot Yeti...... The only normal thing is the older maid, Mrs. Johnson~"

Carrie giggled, thinking Roger was teasing her again, "I don't think you're Frankenstein, you're a big zombie." ”

"No, no, no, how can the perverts of the gentleman's world be considered lost?"

Roger has countless wounds of all sizes, and Rao is Carrie has been exercising every day for more than a month, completely curing him, and also making the girl who ran over herself tired.

The four of them laughed in the car for a while, and Roger gritted his back molars and spoke: "Carrie, you have to walk back by yourself in a while... We can't send you anymore......"

The girl was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's okay, these few steps are not too far......"

"Actually, when you see our appearance and this car, you should also understand in your heart......" Roger propped his face with his left hand and looked out the window.

Carrie clasped her hands and lowered her head in an effort to control her voice sounding less shaky: "When are you leaving......"

The 'now' that was about to blurt out was swallowed by Roger, he sighed imperceptibly, and turned back to hug the girl's slightly trembling body: "I'm sorry, I seem to have been accepting your gifts since I met you, not only did I not help you anything, but I also pulled you to skip class every day......"

The boy hugged a sobbing Carrie and began to tell some of his interesting experiences, from the beginning of buying a gun to the battle of Narnia, from Barnabas being a vampire to the bloody plot more than 200 years ago.

The girl slowly became calm from the trembling at first, and later found herself leaning into Roger's arms, blushing and breaking free.